I rip your TONGUE OUT and take the words RIGHT-OUTTA-YOUR-MOUTH/
watchin you scream soundin retarded drippin blood-on-your-BLOUSE/
this cat here, ain't got no problems when I'm huntin-a-MOUSE/
I run-in-your-house, gun-in-your-mouth, finger itchin/
like EVE in the bible m.o.b. 's the Mother-Of-Bitches/
suffer-in-stiches, they lovin-this-vicious verbal-efficient/
I spit CATARAPS. my words are BLURRIN-YOUR-VISION/
my spot is the top, so get off my fuckin cock-dude/
khaki's & tee's my uniform, for you it's-a-costume/
bet on m.o.b, you can't afford the paper it-cost-you/
you can say what-you-want-to/
I'ma beat you black, blue and humble/
to tried to be a DICK, now look what it's COME-TO/
you try to come from BEHIND, but you constantly FRONT-TOO/
you would think I ran with SHUG the way that I PUNK-YOU/


out good luck G